She grabbed my tie and yanked, her lips brushing mine, but not kissing me.
“Don’t speak unless I ask you to.”
I nodded fast, jaw clenched, because I was already hanging by a goddamn thread. She was hot, soaked, gripping me like a fucking vise, and I couldfeelher heartbeat through her cunt.
She rolled her hips and dragged herself up until just my tip remained inside her, then slammed back down.
I clenched her ass with both hands, fingers bruising her skin, but I didn’t dare move. She set the pace.
Her pussy squeezed every time she took me back inside. Her tits bounced in my face. Her teeth sank into her lip, teasing the hell out of me.
And then she came—fucking brokeapart on top of me.
“Fuuuck—yes,” she hissed, burying her face in my neck as she trembled, her cunt spasming around my cock in deep, rolling waves. “Fuck, I needed that.”
I whimpered. Literally whimpered, because I was still inside her, still straining, still so fucking close it hurt.
She lifted off, leaving my cock wet and twitching against my stomach.
She sank to her knees between my legs, her flushed chest heaving, cum glistening on her thighs. Her hooded eyesmet mine as she pressed her tits together with both hands, presenting them like a fucking gift.
“You were such a good boy at your game,” she murmured. “So many goals.”
She stuck out her tongue just a little, watching me unravel.
“I think you earned a reward.”
My throat bobbed.
“I’ll let you come now,” she said softly. “Right here.”
I stroked once before I exploded everywhere. My cum painted her chest in thick ropes, across her breasts, her throat, her hands.
“Yes, yes,yes,” she cried, watching it happen.
Her skin was a masterpiece, dripping with my cum, her tits still pushed together, flushed and sticky.
I dropped to my knees without hesitation. Didn’t need her to ask or remind me.
This was what I used to do back when it was the three of us. Back when Jeremy would fuck her, claim her, and I’d be the one on my knees afterward, licking up everything he left behind. That had been my place.
I remembered.
Even without him here, I remembered my role.
I leaned in slowly, dragging my tongue across the curve of her left breast, lapping up the thick, warm streak of cum that clung to her skin. She was still flushed and glowing from her orgasm, breathing hard, chest heaving with each pass of my mouth.
I licked higher, over the swell, up to her collarbone where a drop had landed. I sucked it off with a low groan and moved to the other side, spreading my hands over her waist as I buried my face in her tits.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I cleaned every inch of her with slow, thorough strokes. My jaw worked as I swallowed it down, the taste of her sweat and my own release coating my mouth. I couldn’t get enough.
She sighed, all smug and satisfied, threading her fingers through my hair, guiding me just how she liked.
“So fucking obedient.”
I licked the final streak from just above her nipple, then tilted my head back and opened my mouth wide, tongue flat to show her I’d finished. That I hadn’t wasted a single drop.
